The Dickinson press., 1887-04-09
"What's cum over the lassie, she's 81 quiet

To Guy Talcott, world wearicd, heartsick
man that lie was, Tricksey was but Il child.
He liked to hear her merry laugh and watch
the changing color fit across her sun kissed
face. He had been conscious of longing to
kiss her ripe, red lips many times as any one
might kiss Il child; and held hor little brown
hand i'll his wholly unconscious of the tumut-
uous of the beating of the heart behind. 1t
was as well that he never knew of the pas
sionate kisses that rained down on that same
hand aftcrwaId when Tricksey in her own
room could live over again the time spent in
his company and recall with glowing cheeks
his every word and tone. All, Guy Talcott,
it was well for You that you withstood the
temptation to kiss her pretty mouth.
1t had been but foolish lovers quarrel,
ending with more than tho usual amount of
stubborn pride on both sides, that had scra-
rated Guy and N1argeret years ago. Ho had
eXilcd himself from home and native land
an,l she had followed wonan's destiny-to
suffer and to wait. He had heard Indirectly
OF her constancy, and filled with longing
that finally mastered him, to see once more
the woman he loved, had returned 1t follows
naturally that they met, and, equally, of
course, a few manly, contrite words were ut
tered, and Margeret found herself clasrcIl in
the arms of the man she had loved and onged
for all these years, the poor tangled threads
oi their remnant of life gathered up and the
old time relations renewed. Joy brought an
unwonted beauty to Margeret's face, which
poor Tricksey did not see, OF if she did, never
dreamed its cause. She went on hlindly i'll
her idolatry. "Hc gave me flowers to-day"
or she held my hand and looked into my
eyes, was the happy refrain her heart sang.
In her unsuspecting innocence she did not
think it strange that Margaret was now al
ways one of tho party i'll sails and rambcs
and rides; and they, so blisSfully content in
each others society, never suspected the hid
den fires smolderng in Tricksrys breast
fires that were to blaze out into such IL flame
of agony and despair.
Thus the summer passed, and Il quiet we'd
ding was arranged to take place in old llaw-
Icy church i'll the early autumn. Trrksry
n"r any one else but the contracting rartcs)
knew nothing of all thi suntil short time be-
fore the day set apart for the ceremony. by
mutual consent, Guy was dcputcl to tell
TrickS"v the story of their lives and the hap
piness that was to crown them. He selected
an afternoon when he and Trickscy had
Stro!led oil toward the cliffs in search
of Il beautiful moss that grew there
They had stopped tu rest, and were
seated on the trunk of Il fall
en- tree. The shimmcring, changeiul
sen Elistencl and CLEANED in the late after
noon sunlight. y half dozen sails stood out
IN vivid diStinctncss against the blue of the
horizon, while n line of fra,hcry foam mal,;v,:
where the ocean kissed the land. a light
rr"ze lad sprung up, filling the woods with
IL sally fragrance and lightly tossing ,ln
fluffy tcn'.ri.s of sunny hair above 'rrirecy's
brow. How merry and pretty she hooked,
Guy thought, rs he arose and threw himself
at full length upon the mosSy carpet at her
feet. For full minute lie watched the leaf
shadows chase each other over her fair face
and s"wn-somc soft, white, clingne fabric,
that outli'cl her girliSh figure to advantage,
and then he began the narrative that was 10
crush all the light and hope and joy ont of
TrckSeys life. She listened Us one in Il
dream, vaguely co,nprchcnling when he had
finished. She made no sign, no moan: only sat
staring, out over the sea, where the sunlight
had died and the waves We're fast taking on !.
lcalcn hue. Mechanically she arosc wlrn hc
did, and then in some way bl',mlcrul through
her congratulations; then Guy stnoIri aud
kissed her. Instantly the hot blood rushed to
checks and brow, and great sculang tear
drops linmel her eyes; these hy II great
effort size kept back, and then in silence they
returned to the house Arrived There.
'rricksry went ut once to her room, and IL
h'alachc was her excuse for not appcarilr:
at dinner.
The wedding day was fast approaching.
Trickscy kept out Of the lovers way as much
as possible, which they, i'll the supreme scl-
ii>hncss of love, never seemed to notice Tlr
4
Bernard, who had long been neglected, was
again restored to Trckscy's favor. Oll
ko,ie's rcnonstranccs We're begun again, but
this time uncercmoniously silcnccl.
"l'hc lass do net like ono posscsscl,n he
grumblrd each evening, Willie rubbing tll.
dust and foam from JcpS glossy cout
AT last Margaret Ayric's wedding day
dawnc,l, and she stood arraycd in her modes,
gown, u happy light in her sweet face, wait
ing the carriage that was to take herself and
future husband to the church. "Whcre is
'rrirkscy.' she asked of the ho,lsckccprr who
was giving Margarct's toilet the last llcrl
touches here and there. 'Shcs gone on ahead
to the church half an hour ago. was the re-
joinder.
a momcntary shade of vexation fitted over
Margaret's face, to be quickly lispellcd by
the presence and greeting of her lover. A
little later she was walking down the aisle of
the dim old church, leaning on the arm of her
husband, and then for the first time she
noticed that Tricksey was not there.
They drove hurrictly to tho rcctory, to be
met by old ROME, whose scared white face
looked ghastly as he told them Jcp had
limpc,l back to the stable rilcrless and drip
ping wet.
~ dinna moo ns Miss 1rickscy had ta'cn t.
horse be gaspcd i'll terror. SHES tried the
narrows when tide t'war in, and moo she's
drooncd fa surc,' and the old man wrung his
hands in agony.
Guy, old ROME and some Of the village
folks hurried to the spot, but found nothing
but n wild waste of waters beating high up
the cliff. The newly made husband stopped
and picked up a little bit Of lace and linen
which he recognized as the handkerchief
with which Tricksey had bound his hand the
day he first net her. This was all that was
ever found. Beyond doubt she had at
tempted to pass the narrows, and the inconl-
ing i,le had swept her from Jeps back, and
the umdertow had carried her body to sea.
Margaret mourned Tricksey's untimely
death long and bitterly, but she never s,is-
partc'l what had driven the iInpulsive child
20 such fate. As for Guy, the memory Of
how the light faded out of her merry eyes the
day he told her Of his engagement and the
dumb misery that settled in them as she
looked far over the sea, often comes back to
him and fills him with a regret as bitter as
navailing.-Agnes Potter Magee in Chicago
Journal
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